| Can you feel it, feel it?
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| The wind is hunting us tonight
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| She will push us, taunt us
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| Make sure we won’t compromise
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| So all that was made to break will break
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| And all that we feigned will go up in flames
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| Wave your white flag, white flag
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| The wind is hunting us tonight
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| Time to rip the pages
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| Feed them to the hungry sky
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| I am sorry, sorry
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| That we let each other down
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| Though it’s hard to leave you
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| I promise not to turn around
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| 'Cause all that was made to break will break
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| And all that we feigned will go up in flames
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| Wave your white flag, white flag
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| The wind is hunting us tonight
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| Time to rip the pages
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| Feed them to the hungry sky
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| 'Cause all that was made to break will break
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| And all that has died will burn in flames
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| Time to rip the pages
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| Throw them up into the light
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| Ready to surrender
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| It’s time to drink it down
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| We’ll raise our glass to heaven
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| Say forever was a lie
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| Wave your white flag, white flag
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| Time to rip the pages
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| Wave your white flag, white flag
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| The wind is hunting us tonight
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| Time to rip the pages
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| Feed them to the hungry sky
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| Though it was already set in stone
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| We kept going on
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| Wave your white flag, white flag
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| The wind is hunting us tonight |